Hi. This post is for you. It is an open letter, expressing my gratitude for having you in my life. You know who you are.
I had a great time yesterday night, and for the entire time we've been together.
You've made me laugh, you've seen me cry, and you've shared wonderful times with me.
I won't divulge too much in the post, but I am just going to list the names of our dishes that we ate at Frisson, and then go to sleep, like I promised. Your secrets are safe with me.
The meal we ate at Frisson was delicious, and depending on which items that were selected in the prix fixe menu, it started with either: a heirloom salad with multicolored grape tomato halves, buttery cannellini beans, pitted kalamata olives, golden wax beans, and English cucumbers that were sliced paper-thin with a razor-sharp mandoline blade and pickled in a tart, vinegary solution; or
A soup made of a roasted fennel and kabocha squash puree which was garnished with candied pumpkin seeds and a back-and-forth zigzag of drizzled creme fraiche.
The main course was either: a salt-baked Scottish salmon with crisped skin encrusted with crystaline salt granules, which was served over a beady bed of creamy, pebble-shaped chickpeas in a smooth garlic-anchovy vinaigrette, and topped with a luxurious nest of arugula and thinly-sliced black radishes; or
Circular slices of glazed and roasted pork tenderloin garnished with fuzzy sage leaves, and served wilted florets of broccoli rabe and a nutty risotto.
Although there were two choices for the dessert, we all chose the same spiced chocolate pot de creme which was accompanied by a sugar cookie sandwich, which had its insides smeared with a creamy, hazelnut nutella.
It was delicious, but your friendship has made it more so. Thank you again friends (and I am including my other blog readers in this "thank you.") It was a wonderful night.